Liliah leaned back, her gaze unfocused, her breathing coming in soft gasps. “Dear Lord.”
“And we’ve only just begun.” Lucas grinned unrepentantly and spanned her hips with his hands.
Liliah glanced down as Lucas rubbed his most sensitive part against her. “Oh my.” She blinked and met his gaze.
Lucas simply grinned and met her lips once more, knowing that her mind was spinning; yet all she needed was tofeel.
Damn, it was all he needed too.
With a chuckle, he released her from the kiss and lifted her in his arms. He muted her gasp with his lips before he set her on the bed and promptly covered her body with his. If she had any thoughts, she didn’t voice them as Lucas nipped at her lower lip, then traced his tongue against them, mercilessly devouring her as she opened her mouth to him. He situated himself just above her; feeling her hips reach up to meet him, he struggled against the primal need to go deep and hard into her. Grasping her hands, he twisted his fingers around hers, then slowly slid inside her, his body damn near coming apart at the warm and wet sensation. Her grip tightened on his hands and he paused, waiting for her body to adjust and welcome him. Bloody hell, he had to remember she was an innocent.
He was her first.
The idea was so damn erotic that he almost climaxed right then and there.
Breathing hard, he felt her relax slightly and he pushed in farther, swearing under his breath at the pleasure of her surrounding him. He wanted to push in deep, move against her, empty himself utterly—yet he resisted. Bloody hell, this was her first experience, he didn’t want it to be miserable.
He wanted it to be profound.
So profound that none after would compare.
So with Herculean strength, he waited till she was ready, and then without warning, he slid all the way in, flinching when she gasped slightly at her slight tearing.
“The worst is over,” he murmured against her lips, breathing in her breath, making it his own as he nipped at her lips, feeding off of their delights.
“It’s over?” Liliah gasped, her gaze focusing on his and blinking in confusion.
Lucas gave a small laugh, then kissed her sweet mouth simply for the pleasure of it. When was the last time he’d laughed during sex? He couldn’t quite remember.
“No. It’s not finished . . . but, if I’m correct, you are quite close, love.” He nuzzled her neck and then began to move his hips.
Liliah sucked in a shocked breath, then gave a soft moan of pleasure, causing his body to tremble with the need to release—yet he knew that he couldn’t let go within her, he’d need to pull out. His body and mind fought against one another, fighting what was right versus what was wanted.
And damn, he wanted to ruin her fully, utterly, and irrevocably.
“Luc,” Liliah whispered, burying her face against his neck as he moved swifter, harder, deeper inside of her as her hips rose up to meet him, their bodies mating with unreserved passion.
Her body stiffened slightly for a moment before she cried out, her hands clenching his as her breathing became great gasps as she slowly descended from her first climax.
Lucas ground his teeth as he waited for her to come back to herself, yet it wasn’t enough, his self-control had met its limit and he pulled out just before he spilled himself within her. His body shook with the power of it, his throat dry from the way it stole his breath, his arms trembling to hold him up over Liliah as he came back to himself from the soaring pleasure of sweet release. He sucked in a tight breath as the final spasms rocketed through him, and with jerky motions, he rolled off her and onto the bed beside her. His heart pounded out an excited yet sated rhythm as he turned to meet her wondrous gaze.
“I . . . have no words.” Liliah blinked, her expression one of marvel.
“I should hope not,” Lucas answered, studying the beautiful blush of lovemaking on her face. She was stunning, and his body grew hard with the idea of knowing her once more. Yet rather than follow his instincts, he rose from bed.
“As heartless as I sound, we must get ready and return you to Bond Street before anyone is the wiser.” Even as he said the words, his body demanded he hold her prisoner, keep her in his bed.
“I suppose you’re correct,” Liliah remarked, and slowly sat up, then paused, glancing to her belly. “Why?”
Lucas pulled on his breeches. “So there will be no child.”
Liliah blushed then nodded.
“I’ll assist you.” With gentle motions, Lucas helped Liliah not only clean herself, but tenderly buttoned her dress. When he finished, he placed the slightest kiss to her neck, lingering in the moment, wanting more yet utterly afraid of wanting more.
“Thank you.” Liliah glanced over her shoulder and met his gaze warmly. “I’m sure I’ll never quite recover.”
Lucas chuckled, yet it was a sad sound to his ears. “I should hope not, Liliah.” He watched as she walked to the mirror and tidied her hair. In short order they were walking down the servants’ back stairs, toward a hack that he’d requested arrive around that time. As Liliah strode to the carriage, Lucas kept her arm firmly upon his, selfishly wanting the last few moments of their encounter. As she stepped up into the carriage, she met his gaze. “I’m a woman of my word. You need not concern yourself with my sharing information about your club . . . Luc.”
